These are the Days of Our Lives

I don't participate in the "Not Me Mondays" or "Blog Hops", because I'm a total nerd and haven't taken the time to learn how to do it properly. I'm still relatively new to this whole blogging thing, and I'm learning. I've just learned how to edit my HTML. See I'm a newbie. This week, however I do have a great "Not Me" story, especially for any other preggos out there. Bear in mind, it won't be typed in the "Not Me" fashion. I'm confessing straight up for your laughing pleasure.

Thursday of last week, our Sisters in Faith(ladies group at church) had our monthly Bible Study. I got off at 5, and headed to Lenoir(about 30 minutes away from my office). I had to make the obligatory Walmart stop for puppy food and hairspray(vital necessities). I seriously prayed that God would let me have a really close parking space because I didn't want to walk very far(I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant, not lazy). Imagine my not surprise when I pull in and get to park right beside the handicapped parking. I was so excited, except for all the bees that were swarming the trash can. That isn't really relevant, it was just gross and weird. I proceeded to waddle my way to the front door when I spy the strangest site, only to be seen in Lenoir, NC. There was a white beat up car with a tag on the front that said "I'd rather be fishing". Driving this car was the next Eminem wanna be. He was blasting his rap at very high decibels. To me this was the most funny thing I had seen all day. I immediately begin to hee-haw, horse laugh, belly roll, giggle box turned over. I think you get the point. In my humor inspired stupor I didn't see the plastic trash in the cross walk. What do you think happened? That's right folks, I, in all of my gigantic pregnant glory, tripped and fell onto all fours in the middle of the cross walk at one of the largest Super Walmart's in the South East. Only me.

What's a girl to do? I stood up as fast as my round self could and proceeded to the dog food aisle to lick my wounds. After I determined that I'm OK, and not going into labor I had a good cry/laugh while picking out puppy chow. Then it dawned on me that a lot of people saw this pregnant woman hit the dirt in front of the store, and no one, not one single person, stopped to ask if I was OK. I think I'm glad nobody talked to me. I would have been a blubbering mess on a strangers shoulder. That would have been embarrassing(as if the whole situation wasn't embarrassing enough).

One more thing for today.

A couple that attends the church my brother pastors were blessed yesterday with a little boy named Conner. Conner is having some trouble breathing and is being shipped to a larger hospital with a more intensive NICU. Scary times for their family. Please remember Billy and Heather as they make this transition to the NICU instead of to their house today. Thanks for lifting them up.